The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Children."

Dumbledore looked at several students in the office.

"First, the Weasley children, you have been disturbed."

He spoke slowly, as if he was considering something.

"But I'm sorry, this matter is a bit complicated, so I can't tell you the details for the time being."

Hearing him say this, the depressed direct victims Percy and Ron were honest, but Fred and George protested.

"Professor, I think we have the right to know who this guy is!"

"We have raised him for almost 12 years!"

At this time, Scott heard Ron muttering in dissatisfaction, "I am the one who raised him... Ugh..."

"Sorry, gentlemen." Dumbledore said to the twins with a smile, "I will contact Arthur and Molly about this matter and tell them everything."

"This is not fair."

"We have grown up too."

The twins are still fighting.

"Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall's stern eyes fell on them.

"Oh well."

"Maybe mom and dad will tell us the truth."

Fred and George compromised immediately.

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction.

"And Scott." He looked at Scott, "I hope you keep everything that happened today a secret."

As he said that, he blinked meaningfully.

"Scott, you know what to do."

"..."

Scott wanted to tell him, I don't know what to do.

At this time, he noticed that Peter was secretly turning his head and glancing at him.

Scott knew very well that Peter had been in Hogwarts for two years as Ron's pet, and he should know him.

Although he didn't know how he was seen through, Scott was standing in this office now, and it was obviously related to this matter. It was normal for him to have doubts.

Scott gritted his teeth after noticing this and nodded to Dumbledore, "I know, Professor."

Scott stared at Peter.

Originally, he was going to stand aside and watch this matter, but now he had to intervene and solve this matter as soon as possible.

Otherwise, after Peter knew that he was the one who exposed him, he might get involved in trouble.

Dumbledore really knows how to find a way out.

"Okay, you can leave, children."

Dumbledore waved his hand with a smile.

"Professor McGonagall and I are going to have a good chat with our former students."

Scott and the Weasley brothers walked out of the principal's office obediently.

In the corridor, Scott looked at Ron, who looked pale, and couldn't help but smile.

"I told you in advance, Ron." He said, "I hope you don't spit it out."

"Oh Merlin, please don't say it!" Ron groaned in pain.

His expression was very tangled, and he said reluctantly: "But I still have to thank you, otherwise..."

He shook his head with lingering fear, and felt a little desperate.

"Our poor little Luo Luo, this is all Percy's fault."

"It was he who wanted to keep Scabbers at home, and he was also the one who gave Scabbers to you."

The twins began to sow discord between the brothers.

Percy shuddered unconsciously at this time.

"Stop talking!" He suppressed his nausea and scolded the twins, "I'm a victim too!"

Ron's brain circuit seemed to be in conflict with the twins at this moment, and he couldn't help but look up and glare at Percy, "Fred and George are right, it's all your fault!"

"You wanted Scabbers yourself!" Percy said angrily, "I don't know who is so happy that he hugs him to sleep all day!"

"Ugh..."

Ron's face became paler after a few more dry heaves.

He said to Percy angrily, "You have been raising him since he was 5 years old! You spend more time hugging him to sleep!"

"Ugh..."

Percy's body was shaky.

Fred and George stood aside with a smile, happily watching their two brothers hurt each other.

"Are you all right?"

Just then, Ginny asked while running over, followed by Harry and Hermione.

"What happened? What happened to Scabbers?"

Percy and Ron immediately suppressed the urge to vomit and pretended to be indifferent.

"It's okay." Percy shook his head, looking unwilling to say more.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry walked up to Ron and looked at his friend with concern.

Ron shook his head, looking sad and speechless.

Hermione seemed to have misunderstood something, and quickly said, "Don't be sad, Ron. Did something happen to Scabbers? Was he cursed?"

Ron stood dejected, not wanting to answer her question.

"Poor Ron." Hermione said sympathetically, "You obviously like Scabbers so much, I saw you kiss its fur..."

"Don't say it."

Ron covered his mouth again.

His cheeks bulged, his expression was painful, and he soon let go.

"Woo... Ugh..."

This time he was no longer retching, but vomited all his dinner.

Most of it was vomited on Harry's robes.

"Ah!" Hermione and Ginny screamed and ran away.

Others also covered their mouths and noses and quickly moved away.

"You must have eaten too much dinner, Ron!" Harry said with anger.

Scott moved quickly and quietly moved away from the Gryffindors.

No goodbyes.

He still had to fulfill Dumbledore's orders!

Of course, he and Dumbledore didn't have such a tacit understanding. To be honest, he didn't know what Dumbledore hinted at him.

But he decided to do it according to his own ideas.

Scott kept running from the eighth floor of the castle to the basement.

He stood outside the office of the Potions Professor.

Since Dumbledore was unwilling to use drastic measures, he would find someone who didn't mind using drastic measures.

Knock, knock.

Scott raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, there was a click, and the door lock was opened.

Scott pushed the door open and walked into the office.

"Let me see, who is this?"

Snape's sarcastic and silky tone sounded.

"Mr. Trollope? What a rare guest."

The Potions Professor was slowly processing some potion materials at this time.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

Scott greeted him politely.

"Good evening, Trollope, what are you doing here?" Snape asked politely but with a hint of disdain.

Scott once again admired the precise emotional expression in his tone.

"I'm here to pass on a message, Professor. I think you need to go to the principal's office." He said to Snape, "It's best to bring truth serum."

"Oh?"

Snape gently sorted the potion materials in his hand into categories.

"Tell me, what happened?"

He washed his hands in a basin of clean water and wiped his fingers with a towel.